Bad Luck Blake

A summary of my days .1

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Blake Sorrows

"Goddamn it" said a deep yet an unintimidating voice, while the 10:05am alarm was beeping loudly.

I sighed remembering how much I have promised myself to change the alarm from 10:05 to 10:30... wow these thoughts could really embarrass me if said out loud, but hey, I did not have a permanent job to wake up early for.

"Well what does today hold for us?"

I said in a cheery nerdy tone, now slightly regretting what I've just said, but mainly how I've said it,... It made me remember that I was a loser. wow what a perfect way to wake up so early in the morning.

"Wow I sound so out of life"

"Meeaaow" meowed Mister Mittens

who was piled up on the bed at feet side,

Mister Mittens was my oversized cat who got me through long arguments with people and with me involved, trying to explain that Mittens obesity was genetic and not man-made, but usually when I felt like I was losing argument I usually say " 'well its not my fault anyway because I picked him up like that near Pizza Mommas' "

"Huh, you know Mittens if only you could boost my confidence instead of dissing me every morning you little shit, is that a lot to ask?"

But Mittens had fallen asleep quickly again avoiding nags of mine, I didn't blame him though because, I confess, I like nagging, especially to him for being so useless and fat and bad at sports, all I really wanted was a smart cute puppy... Is that a lot to ask? But now I'm stuck with this round piece of garbage...but I loved him though, my ' lovely cat' .

As I got out of bed I went to the kitchen only to find a half eaten sandwich on the floor, which was mine; I assumed bloody Mittens fucking ate it. I was waiting all night for it sleeping and expecting it to be my breakfast this morning but Nooo Mittens had to eat it all by himself didn't he! What happened to sharing?

"Mittens!!! Mittens!!!" I summoned him loudly to come to the kitchen to see the mess he made up.

"MITTENS!!! get over here before I drag your fat ass down here you heard,"

Mittens came down stairs slowly as I grew impatient, I could see the shame in his eyes...well...kinda, because he wasn't the type of cat to beg or give a shit.

"What have I told you about messing up the kitchen?!" I said once he was finally here after a full 10 minutes and 22 seconds, I count the time he takes to climb and descend the stairs, and surprisingly he broke the record, the previous count for descending the stairs was 13 minutes and 11 seconds, a part of me was happy that he was improving.

"You never change do you Mittens, do I have to tell you every time?, and what about my sandwich!? Do you know how hungry I am I've been waiting since yesterdays lunch for this sandwich you punk ass"

But Mittens was not impressed by the nagging so he simply gave an annoyed groan. While I was checking for a sandwich in the fridge knowing that it wasn't there, but crossing my fingers hopefully for another one...nope no sandwich, just sadness in the fridge; there was a jug half empty with water, a plastic container containing some food that was well beyond its expiring date: I thinks its the macaroni and cheese Mrs Higgins did for me last month don't ask why she made the food for me, there was also milk that looks like someone has been drinking directly from the carton; I swear it was not me it was probably Mittens, there was also nothing but Mitten's food, I was so hungry I was tempted to eat the food but don't worry I'm not that kind of loser. I found 4-slices of stale bread in the bread container and ate it with a cup of coffee. After that I made my way to the bathroom and took a bath, preparing for an interview at 13:30pm, I left home early before the interview so I could go to Lawrence.